Yes, that's me the frustrated artist that can't work out what to do, how to do it and what is the whole bloody point anyway......another day in the life of an artist in residence. I feel like I am absent in the artist's chair right now. I am home alone here today conversing with me and trying to have it out with her too. Whilst this is going on Sue has her eyes set on Menindee Lakes surrounded by Kinchega National Park and will stay overnight to take in sunset and sunrise.
This afternoon the talk must have made an impact as I have purchased canvases and paint and will get stuck into the wet stuff tomorrow. Midday the light shone over the Line of Lode Miner's Memorial with it's dramatic structure on the edge of the mullock heap that dissects Broken Hill. I decided to take a visit. It is a memorial to the 900 miners or more who lost their lives working along the Line of Lode. The building itself is a metaphor for the underground lives of the miners, evoking the damp, claustrophobic underground environment. Spectacular against the blue Broken Hill sky. Driving back to the residence I became seduced by the shapes, the colours and the sheer beauty of something that had been an industrial hub in the mining boom years.
Late this afternoon Susan Thomas and I had a meeting and spoke about arts and health, artist run spaces and her vision for the Broken Hill Art Exchange. Not a bad day after all.
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